Rex Gordon - Menage a quatre - 36 Hours of Pleasure

The feel was different from the feel of Brandon's cock. The skin was softer on the outside, but the shaft seemed harder underneath, and Leslie began to move her hand slowly upward and downward, following the motion of Judy's fingers.

Rick lay back watching and smiling, and Leslie grew bolder. "I've got it!"

Judy slipped her hand away, and Rick's cock was all Leslie's now. She gripped it firmly, and she went up and down, up and down.

"It's called 'jerking him off,'" Judy said, teasing.

"Yes, 'jerking him off,'" Leslie parroted back, all the while watching his cock, feeling it in her hand.

Leslie did not quite know what she was doing, but she could see by the look on Rick's face that it was okay. It was the way she had sometimes seen Brandon do it to himself in the bathroom while he read his magazines. He didn't know she was looking, or how often she had wanted it to be her hand on Brandon's cock, but the son of a bitch would have to wait now.

Now, she had her hand around Rick's cock, and she was working over it. Rick was looking down his body at her. His mouth open, in a look that was not quite a smile, and not quite a look of pain.

"You're getting the hang of it," Judy said. "Keep working your hand, and put your mouth over it."

Leslie's eyes widened in surprise, but just for a moment. She focused on the opening at the head as if it were another eye, watching her, and judging her performance. She watched as a slight stickiness began to form.

"Come on, lick it away," Judy said.

Leslie shook her head. She meant that no, she couldn't do it. But she couldn't help herself either. She leaned forward, and pulled the knob of his cock to her mouth. She brought the tip of her tongue to the wetness and gathered the salty taste.

"Come on," Judy said. "Lips all the way over."

"Yes," Leslie said. She brought her whole mouth to the head now, and instinctively, she rolled her tongue around it. She had never done anything like this before. Her saliva flowed, and it gave her a taste and sensation as if she was sucking a hard candy with an oyster taste.

She hummed her pleasure, and Rick's body went rigid.

"Oh, yeah," he said. "Yeah, good. That's good."

"Work on it," Judy said. "Work on it, and it'll work for you."

Judy crawled next to Rick and she brought her lips to his. She kissed him softly. She put her tongue on his tongue. Then she whispered, "Eat her."

When Leslie heard the words, a new sensation rippled from her lips to her brain, and down to her pussy. On a conscious level, this was all new to her, even the word "pussy," but she realized it had happened so very often in her dreams. A deeper level surfaced to her conscious brain and she knew it had happened in not only dreams of Brandon, but in dreams of Rick and of other men as well.

She was awful, she thought, but she loved the way his cock felt in her hand and she loved the way it felt going in and out of her mouth, between her lips and over her tongue. For just the fraction of a second, it went too far in the back of her throat, and she gagged, but she recovered quickly.

Even as she sucked his cock, she was hesitant to touch herself. Her fingers slid through her pubic curls as if she were scratching them, but with each scratch, with each slide, her fingers grew ever closer to the opening.

Finally, she felt her wetness and it seemed to draw her fingers even farther over her clitoris. She cradled her clitoris, her clit, between her index and middle fingers, and she stroked ever so slowly.

"Mmm," she hummed into his cock.

"You've got it now, sweetie," Judy said.

"Oh, yeah, you got it!" Rick said.

"Mmm," Leslie went again, but the sound was also a reaction to the way her fingers slid into the crack and over her clit. Oh, damn that feels good .

Even as she sucked, she moved her fingers in and out and around her own pussy.

"Like this," Judy said. She brought her hand to join Leslie's hand, and Judy began to stroke up and down on Rick's cock with her. "Do it like you're fucking him with your mouth and your fist."

Leslie moved her mouth up and down, but she was moving her hand now too. She was sucking him and moving her hand on him, and she was moving her other hand over her pussy. She kept going at all three actions and a plethora of sensations rattled to every surface and tip of her body. She was finding it hard to concentrate on more than one thing at a time, but she kept at it. Her mind shifted from act to act, from pleasure to pleasure.

The sensations rippled through her and around her and in her. It had never been like this with Brandon, it had never been like this even in her dreams, and she savored every moment.

"That's good," Judy said. "Yes, very good. Keep at it. You're getting the hang of it. Oh, damn you are getting the hang of it."

"Yes, it is good," Rick said.

"Go, Leslie."

Their encouragement egged her on. She was frantic now, going like a crazy person up and down over his cock with her mouth, her tongue moistening the head. At the same time she was masturbating him – jerking him off – trying to bring him to a greater crescendo of pleasure.

Never in a million years would she have done this without Judy's encouragement, but she did it now and she loved it. She loved not just the pleasure of her mouth on his cock, and her hand on her own pussy, but she loved the feeling of power it gave her. She was in charge. She was the boss, over him, over her, over them. They could not make her do anything she didn't want to do, and she could do anything she chose.

"Mmm," she moaned and she felt Rick's body shudder. She had never done this before, but she thought she knew what that meant, and she let his cock slip from between her lips.

"Oh, God!" he cried.

Like a gusher from a volcano, his come popped straight up and it struck her on the cheek and rolled over her chin. In the abstract, she would have thought of it as awful, but this was not the abstract; this was the fact, and she laughed. As his come dripped over her cheek and to the edge of her mouth, she licked it away and savored it, and she loved the wet, salty taste. Yes, a new taste, and she loved it.

Still holding his cock and not knowing from where her sudden need had come, she licked at the wetness, wanting more of that taste. Then she milked it down, squeezing out more of his precious fluid, and she brought her mouth over the head, sucking the come away, and savored it.

"Damn you are good," Rick said.

"A quick study," Judy said. "Don't you think you should eat her now? Don't you think she deserves it?"

"Mmmmm," Leslie went, and she began to stroke him again. She wanted more and more of his precious juices, but she wanted to be eaten too. Yes now, she wanted him to eat her.

She moved her hand away from his cock and sat back on her haunches.

"Yes. Eat me. Eat me. I've never been eaten before. Please, eat me."

Rick went up on his elbows. He glanced at Leslie and she grinned at him.

"And you'll love it," Judy said.

"I know," Leslie whispered.

With her knees spread, Leslie brought her hand to her pussy the way Judy had taught her only this morning, and Rick put his fingers on hers.

"Oh," Leslie said, trembling. She wanted and needed things she had always denied herself, and here, in Paris, she would get them, and she would learn how to do many things.

"Let's do this right," Judy said to Leslie. "Hang your legs over the bed.

"Yesssss," Leslie hissed in anticipation. She moved to the edge of the bed at the same time Rick slipped to his knees on the floor. He stared at the opening as Leslie's fingers spread the folds of her pussy.

"It's a nice one," Rick said.

"Yes, isn't it," Judy said. "Pretty."

Leslie studied the intensity in Rick's eyes, as he put one hand on each of her knees and spread her legs apart.